The water is wide (Traditional): Difference between revisions
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CPDL #13505: 
- Editor: Adriano Secco (submitted 2007-01-28). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 60 kbytes Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Arranged by Adriano Secco for SATB.
- CPDL #7886:
- Editor: Eva Toller (submitted 2004-09-18). Score information: A4 Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Arranged by Eva Toller for SSA a capella, midi files available for each part.
General Information
Title: The water is wide
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Number of voices: 3 or 4vv Voicings: SSA and SATB
Genre: Secular, Folksongs
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description: Traditional American folk song
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Original text and translations
English text
The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er
But Neither have I the wings to fly.
Build me a boat, that will carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.
A ship there is, and she sails the sea,
I know not if I sink or swim.
She's laden deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as the love I'm in.
I leaned my back on a pride young oak,
I thought it was a trusty tree.
But first it bended, and then it broke,
And so my love proved false to me.
O love is fair and love is fine,
Bright as a rose, when first it's new;
But love grows old, and sometimes cold
And fades away like the morning dew.